A/N I'm back! This time, I'm going to be including Four's POV... interesting.
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(this chapter is rated T for language)
Four/Tobias POV (like omf holy shite)
Another day, another school year. I groan and tumble out of bed, throwing on a t-shirt and jeans. I grab breakfast on my way out the door. Thank the Lord Marcus is still asleep. He was drunk last night; he won't be up until at least one in the afternoon. It means I can escape unscathed.
I begin driving to school. I hope that the girls aren't all over me this time, like last year. All of them are absolute sluts. They cake make-up onto their faces and their clothes are always way too tight and revealing. I park and open the door. Immediately, a swarm of girls surround me.
"Four! Go out with me?"
"Four! Here's my number! Call me sometime!"
"Do you like my shirt, Four? I got it specially for you!"
I push, no, I am degraded to shoving through the crowd of too-eager girls and make my way to the school entrance. I collect my timetable from Max, who works in reception. I glance at my watch. I've got five minutes until my first period, Science, with Ms. Matthews. Perfect.
I arrive just in time as the teacher walks in. I wrinkle my nose. I've never liked Ms. Matthews. She's too cold and rude, and she acts like she's above everyone else, even her colleagues.
I sit next to Zeke, who's been my best friend since we were tiny. Uriah, his brother, is beside him.
"Hey, Four! How's it going, my man?" Zeke asks. We slap hands.
"It's been good. It sucks though, coming back to school."
"Yeah, I know," Zeke complains.
The lesson begins. I notice that two seats are still empty. Just as I do, the door swings open and Christina comes in with a new girl I've never seen before. They sit down, and it's clear the new girl is blushing, even though she's dipped her head so her long blonde hair covers her face. I compare her to the other girls. She's not wearing slutty clothes- in fact, she's got a hoodie and leggings on, plain and normal compared to everybody else. I can already sense that the other girls are looking at her with distaste because she doesn't dress like the rest of them.
I don't listen to Ms. Matthews. I zone out after she mentions writing an essay.
"Christina and Will," I jerk up. We going to have partners. Shit. Last time, I got paired with Lauren, the queen of the sluts. She was all over me, and got hardly anything done. I did most of the work, and it was also very hard to refrain from punching her in the face whenever she sashayed up to me. I can already feel the rabid stares, like dogs, coming from the girls in the room. I can only hope I get paired up with Zeke, or Uriah.
"Tris..." I look up. Is that the new girl's name?
"And Four." Immediately, I notice all the girls, especially Lauren, staring at Tris, if that's what she's called, with jealousy and anger.
I tap her shoulder. She's sitting in front of me.
She turns around, and I find myself staring into stormy blue-grey eyes. Stormy blue-grey eyes that tell a story.
I'm speechless for a moment, but I find the words and say, "I'm Four."
She smiles at me. God, that smile.
"Tris."
"Yeah, I know."
The lesson ends. Tris slings her backpack over her shoulder and leaves. I was hoping to talk to Tris about our assignment, but I'll catch her at lunch or something. Christina runs after her.
"Tris! Tris!" Her voice fades as she gets further away. I leave the room with Zeke.
A/N I know, I know... this story is so cliché. This chapter is also quite short... oh well.
I've made Zeke and Uriah and Tris and Four all the same age, because it's going to get complicated if they're all in different years and I'm British, so I don't understand fully how American high school works.
I could have put them into secondary school, which is what I call it, but frankly it doesn't have the same tone to it.
OK, that probably didn't make sense to you.
End of the rant.
I would be grateful if you reviewed!
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~Joanna